I found that when I did something for the sake of heaven, heaven happened. These things changed my life. I owe them to my encounter with Christianity.

What would I have done if I'd been put to the test? Would I have risked my own life for people I hardly knew? Probably, I would have looked the other way at best or become another apologist for evil at worst.

At religious instruction classes, I encountered The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, and the sincerity of the traveller in that book was overwhelming.

To change, to convert? Why bother?

During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.

Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.

It was admitted by the early rabbis that the sectarians could be as full of good works as eggs were full of meat.